WHAT TO WRITE???

I'm lost for words.

Hip Hip... HUZZAH!!!

And thus ends the exams.

No more stress, ulcers and scribbling on test papers.

Now is time to enjoy. The best time to enjoy -- just after the exam is over, and just before the results are out.

In a life full of highs and lows, it is important that we ride the peaks as fervently as we labour to get there.

But enough philosophising; let's celebrate!

Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Hallelujah!


WAIT!!!

Obama would like to say something...







"I hereby order all students of Malaysia to chill out and not touch a single textbook until next year. Anyone found not relaxing shall be apprehended and locked in a room with a computer, Xbox, Playstation and tons of comic books. He shall be withheld until he has played 50 hours of games or read 100 issues of comics. We need change!"

Thank you, Obama.

Selamat Hari Raya!!!

It's an occasion of happiness, not only for the Muslims, but also for all Malaysian students.

Why? WHY?!!!

Isn't it obvious?! We get 1 week of holiday!

Of course, there's more to that than just holidays...

The FOOD! I LOVE malay food.

I got my favourite laksam from the ramadan market. Not to mention the nasi dagang and sweet dadih. And my mom got her nasi kerabu and long-awaited roti jala.

sigh~

However, Hari Raya Puasa also marks the end of the shorter school periods, which means the usual 1 to 6.45 pm school sessions.

And I also felt we didn't frequent the ramadan markets frequently enough. We only went about 4 times. And I only got my laksam during 2 of the 4 trips.

2 ain't enough to last me another year, you know!

Here are some pics to give you an idea of the food which I sampled:

Dadih! My favourite dessert!

Oooooh! Laksam! Se-dap!

Nasi Dagang. With the kuah, best!



Nasi Kerabu, my parents' favourite. Too smelly for me!

Roti Jala. Usually very hard to come by.

Lastly, to all Muslims...

Hehe.

The 'One Big Mouthful of Word Pair Nonsense' Post

Pn. Angie gave out a paper today supposedly written by Form 1 students.

It was about Word Pairs, that is, words that come in pairs, such as high and mighty, dark and stormy.

So, the entire dialogue contained a total of 9 word pairs, ranging from the perfect match of aid and abet, to the jarring stuff and nonsense.

Well, let's see if I can sprout more word pairs than that Form 1 student. Observe the following sentence(it is quite ridiculous).

"Let you and me waste no more time arguing this and that about the matter; any Tom, Dick and Harry can clean up that mess of odds and ends, you and I both know that; but it is your high and mighty attitude getting in the way again, and with your mind and soul constantly thinking of fun and frolic, on and on about entertainment: those fast and furious races aired on TV, with the cars speeding up and down the highways and byways, or the more sedate singing and dancing in those dramas, with the fair and lovely ladies waltzing with the tall, dark and handsome gentlemen, twisting and turning in the most graceful ways, with their nimble feet hopping and skipping to the rythym and beat of the music; honestly, no reason or rhyme can make you see that work is just part and parcel of life, and I have tried and tried to make you aware, but you seem almost deaf and mute when I speak to you, and your answers come out in pathetic dribs and drabs, going neither here nor there; well, I have two good books that might knock some sense into you -- both classics -- and written with style and flair: Pride and Prejudice and Sense and Sensibility, authored by Jane Austen, a master of words and wordplay; I believe that you will enjoy it very much, and love and cherish it forever and ever."


30 pairs. Quite a mouthful indeed. Over and out.

Fear

Believe it or not, this dummy scares the crap out of me.


Yeah, sure, he looks friendly enough.


Not to me.


Actually, the blame is on R.L. Stine. Somebody tell the guy it ain't funny messing with people's fears.


It all started when I was very young. I went to a circus (I didn't realise how lucky I was then). The first circus performer I met was a guy on stilts. Brilliant. Then, I met a clown. That's when I started crying. But that was a long time ago, and I was still okay.

Then comes R.L. Stine with his Goosebumps series.

Honestly, books don't scare me. But shows do. I watched a Goosebumps episode, and it just happened to be the one based on Night of The Living Dummy. And so I watched on as the evil dummy attempted to kill its owner in every possible way.

I can't remember if I even slept that night.

And as a result, I have a morbid fear of both dummies and clowns. Just in case you're wondering, the fear of dummies is called Autonomatonophobia, and the fear of clowns is called Coulrophobia.

If you want an example of the dummies I have in mind, here are some:

The cover illustration of the very story that caused my fear.

This is why I don't watch Saw.

By the writers, producers and directors of Saw. Another show I wouldn't watch.

Just A Note

The BEST inspirational book ever!

This book ROCKS!

Happy Birthday Malaysia

Just like last year, SMKDJ celebrated National Day.

How?

Noisily. How else?

Below is a list of events that happened during the celebration (forgive me if the order is wrong):

1

The usual 'Negaraku' and the ikrar. Only thing different was the prayers -- done by En. Rosdi. (Random thought: Why aren't the prayers ever done by women?)

2

Speeches. Speeches. Speeches. Zzz. It is at times like these that teachers are most challenged. How can anyone not yawn?

3

I survived the worst (or so I thought so). Then came the sajak. Three teachers, three races -- Ms Loke, Ms Sathya and Cik Norhafiza. I can safely say that we were all pretty much half-deaf by the end of the performance. Ms Loke and Ms Sathya's lafazing was OK, but Cik Norhafiza's was just disturbin horrib powerful, to put it nicely.

4

The fashion show I felt was 'plagiarised' from the one previously held by the library during MPS. But nevertheless, it was funny. And of course, Martin Wong was there.

5

I loved the sketch. LOVED it. It was history, but it was also funny. Hmmm... never thought I would use those 2 words in the same sentence. But then, with Daniel in it, what can go wrong?

6

Eardrum-shattering time. We sang the patriotic songs, each followed by the patriotic screams. The teachers weren't looking too happy about our open show of patriotism, I noticed. I had to agree too. I kept staring at the windows high up, waiting for it to shatter. It didn't. Fortunately for us, neither did Pn Wong's temper. She showed a magnificent display of self-discipline, and I could see her trying to avoid spoiling this celebration with a lecture.

7

En. Shalihin did the all-time-classic 'Merdeka!' shout. We followed him, drowning his voice with our shout. He did it quite a few times, probably trying to keep us from ending this shout with our favourite scream. It didn't work. I covered my ears.


After that, the teachers cut the cake (none for the students), we sang Happy Birthday, and we went back to class to pack up for the day. With patriotic hearts, deafened ears and hoarse voices, we left for home to enjoy the weekend.

What a day.

For Your Eyes Only

I was surfing online, and I came across a few cool word illusions.

Read on if you have time to kill.

ILLUSION 1


Try saying aloud the colours of the words. Not easy, eh?


ILLUSION 2
Smoe of you mhigt hvae cmoe aroscs tihs brfoee. For the rset, it msut seem ptrety rabarkleme.


ILLUSION 3


Most people will read EVIL, but some will see the GOOD in life at the first time.


ILLUSION 4


At a glance, you will see LIFE. But look closely, and you'll find the letters are pretty unstable.


ILLUSION 5


Most people see ME, but through ME you'll see YOU.


ILLUSION 6


I love this one.


And now, my favourite...

ILLUSION 7

Try to count the number of Fs in the below sentence before scrolling down.

FINISHED FILES ARE THE RESULT OF YEARS OF SCIENTIFIC STUDY COMBINED WITH THE EXPERIENCE OF YEARS.

So...how many Fs did you manage to count? 3?


WRONG.

Recount it and you may find that there are actually 6 Fs. Only a handful of people will manage come by this answer at their 1st attempt. Why? This is because most people aren't able to process the word OF.

Pretty cool, huh?

This is for you.

The following is for entertainment purposes only. Please do not attempt any of the following.

1st

Meet Fred.





Yeah. I know.


2nd

Meet Little Britain.



Typical british humour.

3rd

Meet Ennio Marchetto.



Yes, just in case you needed assurance, they are all the same guy.


Hope you enjoyed it.

Cheers.

Batman vs. Joker

Wait, wait, wait.

Let's not start on that first, okay?

Rewind the clock to 2:30 p.m. Saturday, 19th July 2008, 8 days after my birthday.
Venue is The Curve.
Occasion -- Librarians' annual high tea.

I'm late. It started at 1 -- an hour and a half earlier. But it's okay, the food is still there. I waste no time getting my plate and filling it with the seafood pasta, then I try the kuih-muih, and I also had a generous serving of chocolate pudding, then I had...

Wait.
Am I boring you?

Fine, I'll skip to the part with the movie.

5:35 p.m. The movie starts. I'm still waiting in line, eager not to enter the cinema without the popcorn and coke.

5:40 p.m. I rush up the stairs, heading to the man collecting the tickets. I dig in my pocket and finally present the ticket to him. I run past him. I look around, disoriented. I eventually find the correct door. I walk in.

5:42 p.m. I turn around and walk out again. I forgot my seat number. Typical brilliant me.

5:44 p.m. I sink into my seat. I stare at the screen. Commercials. Commercials. Commercials.

5:48 p.m. The show starts. Batman vs. Joker.


WARNING: Spoiler ahead. So, for those of you who haven't watched the movie or doesn't want to read about it, I have done you a favour. If you wish to read the synopsis that follows, hightlight the "blank" between the start and end.

Start.
The show starts off with "jokers" robbing a bank. The aim -- to rob the mafia's money. Each think that "less men more share", so, like the idiots bank robbers are, they start killing each other one-by-one.

It's left with two more "jokers". One guy gets smart and tries to pull the trigger on the other guy. Well, you should know who the other guy is -- Joker.

To cut a long story short, Joker came out alive.

Then starts the horror.

2-and-a-half hours of pure genius.
WOW, WOW, WOW.

You've just got to watch it.
End.